Imaginativewriting cerita

I took a creative writing course through college and I'd like to share my writing with all of you.

"Even pain has a language - if you're awake enough to hear it." This poem is a journey into a space beyond words, a place before time, before humans, before dust and air existed. It is the weight of something ancient, sacred, and overwhelming - a presence that surges through the body like fire, rushing from chest to toes, alive in every vein. It is not peace, not grief, not anxiety - it is raw, unfiltered awareness, impossible to ignore, impossible to escape. It is felt in silence and song, in fleeting encounters and hidden glances. It is the recognition of forces greater than ourselves, the echo of something primordial that moves through strangers and friends alike, connecting us in ways unseen. It is the energy that hums beneath the surface of life, alive in the gestures, words, and codes of those we meet, the urgency of presence, the weight of reality itself. This is not a story, not a warning, not even a prophecy - it is a revelation of what exists before the known world, a glimpse of the depth, intensity, and timelessness that precedes history. It asks the reader to feel it, to see it, to acknowledge it without fear, to "tap in" to a consciousness that has always existed, beyond beginnings and endings, beyond comprehension, beyond escape.

Beneath sleeping streets and in darkened rooms, a mind wanders through unseen battles. A poem about solitude, inner struggle, and the vivid colors that live in memory and imagination, even when the world remains gray. Journey through whispered thoughts, silent truths, and the delicate tension of surviving one's own company.